Cori Nadine vs Kim Paul by Bear

 

Lifting herself to her knees while leaning against the couch, Kim began to realize that she may have bitten off a little more than she could chew when she challenged Cori to fight her.  Kim’s long discarded jeans lay across the desk, while her white bikini top was in a clump on the office floor.  Kim had been in her share of fights with other women before, but this was a more intense experience than any other time in the past.

 

The Michael Scott Agency was formed with a secure business premise:  Men will pay good money to see bikini clad women in magazines, TV shows, posters, etc.  So, gathered from around the country were a collection of some of the finest female specimens that this country had to offer.  But, having all those women who were used to being the center of attention, with no competition, sparked intense rivalries that were festering just beneath the surface.  On this day, the first one finally erupted.

 

Kim Paul, was the first model that Michael Scott worked with.  Over the course of the years, she had appeared in layouts too numerous to list.  But the foundation of the business was strong and soon more women were being added.  Then, one day Cori arrived.

 

Cori Nadine was a sultry brunette who had been modeling most of her life.  Michael noticed her work in several magazines and quickly made the call to sign her to the agency.  From that moment on, and instant dislike could be felt between Kim and Cori.

 

The differences between them were as striking as the similarities.  Equal in size and age, Kim’s blonde hair and fair skin contrasted with Cori’s dark locks and more exotic appearance.  Numerous jobs that came into the agency pitted Cori and Kim against one another to get the shoot.  It always came down to what look the customer was going for.

 

When the agency first conceived of the idea of having a website, they couldn’t have imagined the fuel that they were adding to the smoldering fire.  Visitors to the site were invited to vote weekly on a Ms. Erotic Fitness.  Kim dominated the voting early on, but Cori was winning handily in the recent weeks.  Kim was annoyed by this final insult and went into Michael’s office before heading out to her shoot location for the day.

 

“Michael, I want you to get rid of that little bitch Cori.”  Kim said as she entered the office.  Michael didn’t hear this first statement as his attention was fixed on Kim’s incredible body.  Kim was wearing the white bikini that she was to be photographed in, and a very tight fitting pair of jeans.  A quite flattering outfit.

 

“Did you hear what I said, or are you too busy staring at my breasts…”  Michael snapped back to reality, “Oh, yes, what?  What was that?”

 

Kim repeated her demand, “That fucking bitch Cori Nadine, I want you to get rid of her!”.

 

At that time, passing by in the hallway outside the office, Cori heard her name mentioned through the door that was still slightly open, she paused, and heard Kim’s second statement very clearly.  Before Michael could answer the statement made by Kim, Cori had entered the office, and was visibly angry.

 

“Who are you calling a fucking bitch, you slut!”  Cori shouted at Kim.  “You’re just jealous because there is a new queen around here, and you haven’t learned your place yet.”

 

Cori, like Kim, was also wearing her outfit for her day’s scheduled shoot, a black bikini and a jean vest.  Cori’s magnificent breasts were barely being contained by the material of her top.  Cori moved over towards the desk, and now Kim and Cori were face to face in front of a stunned and speechless Mr. Scott.

 

Kim stuck a finger in Cori’s face and said, “What you, the new queen, I hardly think so, more like the latest concubine!”

 

“You’d better get that finger away from me unless you want to lose it”, Cori snapped at Kim.

 

“Ooh, a tough bitch are you” Kim snarled, “maybe there’s a way we settle this here and now” as she grabbed a hold of Cori’s arm.

 

“Anytime, anywhere…” said Cori as she pulled her arm out of Kim’s grasp, “I’ve been waiting for this since the day I met you, you overstuffed bimbo.”  As if on cue, the two antagonists moved slowly toward the center of the office, slowly circling each other, each one sizing up their opponent.

 

The office was quite spacious, with about fifteen feet of bare carpet between the door and the desk, with a black leather sofa along the west wall, and ten feet away on the other side of the room, a floor to ceiling mirror covering most of the east wall.  Michael, having been working at his desk and surprised by Kim’s entry into his office, now sat powerless as he watched his two best women preparing to settle their differences in the oldest way known to man. 

 

After a few seconds of circling, Kim attacked first by grabbing the vest that Cori was wearing by the shoulders and using it to momentarily catch her arms behind her back.  Kim capitalized on the opening she created by grabbing Cori’s top and tearing it off, exposing Cori’s perfectly tanned breasts.  Grabbing both of Cori’s breasts in her hands, Kim said “When I am done with you, I’m going to rip your tits off and feed them to my dogs!”

 

With both her hands trapped behind her back, Cori was powerless to stop Kim’s assault on her chest.  Cori struggled to free her hands as Kim increased the pressure of the grip on her mammaries.  Cori’s eyes began to water as the pain from Kim’s grip forced her back towards and finally against the mirror.  “Oh, what’s wrong Ms. Tough Bitch, not so tough after all are we,” Kim taunted Cori as she continued to crush her rivals chest.  But, Kim’s advantage was about to disappear, as Cori had managed to get herself free from her vest.

 

Kim released the grip with her right hand, and slapped Cori across the face with an open hand, leaving a red hand print on Cori’s cheek.  As the vest feel to the floor, Cori’s retaliation plan was beginning to unfold.  Bringing her hands out from behind her back, she grasped Kim’s left wrist in her right hand, and put her left hand on Kim’s right shoulder, preparing to shove Kim off of her.  The swiftness of the move surprised Kim, and before she could compensate, she was off balance being forced backward across the room, until her legs hit the front of the sofa, and she feel backwards, hitting her head against the wall above the leather cushions, temporarily dazing her.

 

Cori seize the initiative and with Kim still groggy from her collision with the wall, proceeded to remove Kim’s jeans and toss them so that they landed on the desk in front of a still quiet, but excited Michael Scott.  Taking Kim by the ankles, Cori positioned her on the couch in such a way that as she straddled Kim’s body, she was pinning both of Kim’s arms between and beneath her legs.  Kim’s upper body was now total open and exposed to whatever Cori wished to do to her.

 

Cori first evened the score, and tore Kim’s top from her chest and wrapped it around her neck to choke her with it.  Kim was still coming out of the fog as Cori tightened the string around her neck.  But, Cori’s interest in choking Kim passed quickly as the pain in her own breasts cause her to look south on her opponents body, to her pride and joy, Kim’s chest.  Cori began squeezing, slapping, scratching, pinching and punching Kim’s breasts at will as Kim could only weakly rock side to side, as the couch provided no support, and her arms were useless.  Kim groaned and cried in pain as Cori continued to batter and bruise her chest, leaving bruises with each new attack. 

 

Cori’s body was coursing with endorphins as the rush of destroying her hated enemy filled every part of her body with excitement.  Kim ,on the other hand, had something else in her blood stream, adrenaline, created by the fear that she felt looking up from her helpless position as Cori taunted her saying “Now who’s the tough bitch, slut!  It’s payback time!” and the pain in her breasts increased.

 

Kim concentrated as best she could considering the pain that was registering in her brain, and with a concerted effort, managed to get her right hand out from between Cori’s leg and her side, and move it so that her forearm was now directly between Cori’s legs and her own stomach.  Cori relinquished her attack on Kim’s breasts and putting both hands in Kim’s hair, lowered her face to Kim’s and whispered, “You’re all mine now dearie, nothing can save you now.  I am going to make you my bi…”, but the word didn’t come out.

 

When Cori leaned over, she put Kim’s right hand in a position to make a retaliatory strike on the other bastion of womanhood that Cori possessed.  Kim seized the opportunity, and when she sunk her nails into Cori’s tender crotch, a stunned look crossed Cori’s face as the word “bitch” froze in mid syllable.  A silent scream came from Cori’s lips as Kim increased the frequency and ferocity of her attack, bringing Cori to a seated fully erect position as the sensory overload from her lower regions caused a kind of temporary paralysis to set in.

 

Kim could now free her other arm from under Cori, and doing so put her left hand between Cori’s breasts and pushed her back and off her and the couch.  Kim retained her grip on Cori’s bikini bottoms and as Cori moved backwards tore the material from her body.  Cori stumbled back a step or two, then collapsed to the floor clutching her damaged crotch.  Kim didn’t have the strength yet to get up, and instead examined her own breasts to access the damage done by Cori.

 

Only low groans and grunts could be heard from the combatants as the lull in the action gave Michael a chance to process all that he had taken in.  Cori lay naked rolling back and forth on the floor, rubbing her crotch, as Kim sat on the couch massaging her breasts.

 

Both women were wounded, and another silent signal seemed to call them both back to battle.  Kim moved down off the couch and slowly approached Cori, who had also gotten to her knees.  To this point, things had been pretty even, with both having done serious damage to their opposite.  But, things were about to change for the worst for one lady.

 

Reaching each other in the center of the room, both still on their knees, a silent decision was made that there would be a test of breasts, as each of the women stuck out her chest and they leaned forward pressing their now tender flesh together.  They went back and forth, neither one being able to gain an advantage over the other, until Kim was able to move her lower body closer to Cori, and with this increased her leverage and force against Cori’s body.  Cori yielded slowly under the added pressure as Kim said, “Now we will see who the better woman REALLY is”, practically nose to nose with Cori.

 

Cori decided that she had had enough of this bitch, and with the ferocity of a jungle cat, cocked back her right arm and fired off a punch, hitting Kim squarely on the side of her jaw, knocking her backwards towards the couch.  Cori got to her feet, and gloated at the success of her latest move.  “Well, come on Kimmy, get up and show me who the better woman is.”

 

So here she was, on her knees facing the couch, the cool leather soothing against her cheek that burned with the pain from Cori’s punch.  Kim now began to realize that unless she was able to do something soon, the battle would be lost.  But taking her eyes off her opponent was not the thing that Kim needed to do, and Cori came over to where Kim was kneeling against the couch and grabbed her bikini bottoms and ripped them down Kim’s legs with such force that Kim was unable to keep her knees planted on the floor and was now spread eagle, face down against the couch.

 

Cori sneered, “Now I am going to teach you the meaning of the words ‘pain’ and ‘humiliation’”, as she kicked Kim between the legs eliciting a loud screech from the fallen blonde.  “How did that feel Kimmy, just like another…” as she did it again, “and another.” as she did it a final time.  The second kick brought an even louder scream from Kim, but the third, only a groan of acceptance of her fate from the beaten blonde.  “Good, you are starting to realize that this is the end for you, well not quite yet” Cori said with an eerie confidence.

 

“That was the ‘pain’ part, now let’s move on to ‘humiliation’, shall we”, Cori said, taking Kim by the hair and dragging her now naked body to the center of the room, and laying her flat on her back.  “You wanted to test your body against mine did you Kimmy, well here’s your big chance,” Cori said as she stood at the feet of Kim.  Kim could not respond before Cori leapt forward, landing flat on top of Kim’s prone body, bringing another groan from her.  Cori spread Kim’s legs with her own, and took hold of both of Kim’s wrists and held her arms straight out to her sides.

 

Cori was now in a position of total dominance over her rival, and the rush overpowered the signals of pain that were still coming in from all areas of her body.  Cori looked into Kim’s eyes and said, “Now you see that you cannot compete with me, and I’m sure you’re now wishing that you had never met me.”  Tears appeared in Kim’s eyes and she whimpered, “Please just get off me and let me go.”  “I plan to let you go,”  Cori said with an evil smile, “but first, you must endure the ‘truth chair’.”

 

Cori slid off Kim’s body and taking her by the hair, got her into a seated position on the floor.  Cori sat down behind her and wrapped her legs around Kim’s stomach, placing her feet between Kim’s legs.  Next, she slipped her arms under Kim’s and locked her hands behind Kim’s head in a full nelson.  “This is the truth chair.  Now you will confess all to me, your mistress.”  Cori said.

 

“Please, anything, just let me go”  Kim begged.  “Soon, soon, be patient my pet,”  Cori hissed, “but first, you must confess.”

 

“Confess?  Confess what?”  Kim cried.

 

Cori increased the pressure with her legs around Kim’s midsection, “confess that as a blonde you are subservient to all brunettes.”

 

“What?”  Kim questioned.

 

Cori took hold of Kim’s right wrist behind her head with her left hand, freeing up her right hand.  With her free hand she reached around Kim and clamped in hard on Kim’s right breast while maintaining the pressure around her waist.  “You heard me slave,” Cori screamed into Kim’s right ear, “now fucking say it!”

 

Kim could feel Cori behind her, the heat from her body surrounded her as Cori slowly squeezed her between her legs, holding her arms useless above her head, and as a final insult, was mauling Kim’s breast.  Kim’s back was against Cori’s breasts, and she could feel Cori’s heart beating, and wanted so badly to get her hands on them.  Kim was snapped back to reality as Cori changed her hand position and began to squeeze harder.

 

“I can’t fucking hear you!”  Cori screamed.

 

“As…a…blonde…I…am…subservient…to…all brunettes.”  Kim said slowly, “now let go of me you fucking bitch.”

 

“No you don’t get off that easy, and that is definitely no way to talk to your mistress.”  Cori said, as she used her feet to spread Kim’s legs apart.  “Now say, Cori is my queen…like you mean it.”  But before Kim could even think about getting out the words, Cori drove her right heel into Kim’s crotch, bringing a terrible groan from Kim.

 

“Cori…” but the words weren’t coming fast enough, so Cori repeated the kick.  This time Kim let out a b-movie league scream, and yelled, “Cori is my queen!”

 

Cori whispered in Kim’s ear, “And don’t you ever forget it.”  Cori released Kim and got to her feet, Kim slumped to the floor, rolled over and began to cry.  Cori picked up the jeans that Kim was wearing and put them on.  She then picked up the vest that she was wearing earlier and put that on.  At that time, she noticed that Michael was still sitting behind his desk.

 

“So what do you think of your fabulous blonde now, huh, little man?  Speechless?  I’m not surprised.”  Cori turned to leave the room, but as she stepped over Kim’s prone body, she leaned down and pulling Kim’s sweat soaked hair back from her face said, “Anytime you think your ready again, slave, you know where to find me.”  With that Cori stood up and left the office, leaving the door open.

 

At that time, Tylene Buck was in the hallway, and Cori passed by her as she walked towards the office.  When she reached the office door, she looked in and saw a naked Kim crying face down on the floor, and a stunned Michael Scott sitting behind his desk.  “What the fuck happened here?!?!”  Tylene said as she approached Kim and helped her over to the couch.

 

For the first time, Michael was able to speak, “She and Cori just had a major blowup and this is the result.” 

 

“And you just sat there and let it happen, what the fuck is wrong with you?”  Tylene screamed.

 

“What could I do…”  Michael started but Tylene interrupted, “get the fuck out of here, your useless!”

 

Tylene wiped the hair from Kim’s face, and sitting next to her on the couch, let Kim rest her head against her shoulder.  “It’s ok, they are all gone now.”

 

Kim whimpered, “that…that…fucking bitch…I’m going to get her for this.”

 

“Don’t worry, her time will come.”  Tylene said, planning a next move.